Time to get all up in my bis-snatch (if you know what I mean)

Believe it or not, I'm very excited to share the news that I found a new gynecologist yesterday. Yes, excited and gynecologist just worked their way into the same sentence.  Thing is, this is probably the first time I've walked away from an exam not feeling like a total slut.
Let's go back a couple years when I moved to Denver.  New to town, didn't know a soul and way more socially awkward than even now.  So, when it came time for my yearly exam, a chore but necessary evil in my mind, I didn't know where to turn.  I didn't know anyone and the women I worked with I wasn't comfortable enough asking. Google to the rescue and I settled for a place that had "women" in the title and looked to be staffed entirely by middle-aged respectable-looking mature female doctors.
I don't really know what I was expecting, here this being my first visit to a big city lady-doctor, but it was a perfectly normal, average office.  The nurse collected me from the waiting room, took my vitals, blah blah blah...  So, here's where it got weird. Again, I didn't know anyone in town, including guys.. well, the names of certain guys I knew ;-) but I didn't know them, know them.  Had dated and whatnot and that's my business but apparently my assigned doctor thought it was her business to know some details beyond "When was the last time you had intercourse?".  Already slightly uncomfortable (hey! maybe this is normal operations and I'm just awkward again, right?) I buck up the courage to ask about birth control and was informed that I wasn't eligible for anything like the IUD because I wasn't married nor in a monogamous relationship (something about having a foreign object up there becomes susceptible to infections in which the risk is increased when multiple partners are involved... the more you know!)  Since my new insurance had made my favorite form of birth control too expensive I resigned myself to Depo, or "the shot."  Looking all pleased with herself the doctor went to exit the room and get ready for my exam when I steadied myself again and asked for a full STD screening (another yearly chore).  That's when I received... the look.
Ladies, I may not need to explain this look but in case we have those that don't get it among us, the look says it all.  Slight furled upper lip, brow pinched ever so subtly and a look in the eyes that screams "WHORE WHORE WHORE!"
What the fuck did I do to deserve that look?  Because I'm overly cautious and have insurance that covers stuff like that and even though I have ZERO reason to believe either the STD test OR birth control was necessary?  Is it because I admitted to being non-monogamous (kinda hard to be monogamous when there isn't anyone around to be monogamous with) AND requested STD screening?  Go Fuck Yourself you snooty over-the-hill stuck up bitch!  Except I kept going back... and every single time I could see that look in her face.
Fast forward to a time when I grew some lady balls and decided to find a new doctor: this week.  This time around I asked for recommendations and took a chance and wow! Here's that word again: excited.  Nervously I pulled the same routine, asking for birth control and STD testing in the same breath.  "Not a problem! We do that all the time here- actually just standard practice."  No judgement, no looks and no probing questions...
AND! since I'm back to a better insurance, could go back on my fav birth control and stop the stupid shot AND! she had samples which covers me for 3 months in addition to the year prescription. AND! she was fast... in and out and done faster than a frat boy on a Thursday night, unlike that other wench who thought she was going on an expedition in there.
The best part about this new doctor, though, is what I mentioned in the first paragraph- the new doctor didn't make be feel like a slut.  She made me feel like the empowered, responsible woman I am that made a choice years ago to take charge of my body and make sure that everything down there was good to go.  If that makes me a slut, whatever.. But as least I didn't feel the need to apologize for it or subject myself to perceived abuse just to get my yearly check up.  And that is very empowering.